It is impossible to speak about a meaning of life without speculating wildly and entering deep into the zone of religion and philosophy. Sure, you can always stick to the biological meaning of life – which is simply to reproduce and perhaps also improve the species you are a part of – but human beings also have a need for some sort of metaphysical meaning.
When I relate to other human beings in everyday life I always worry about hurting their feelings, disappointing them, making them feel uncomfortable in any way et cetera, and generally speaking simply don’t want to be a problem to others. When I feel that I in some way have helped or pleased, or have made the day better for the individuals I relate to it makes me feel good. Being a pleasant, polite and good person gives my life a deeper meaning. I don’t think life would have been tolerable to me if I felt that I was unpleasant or a problem to good people around me. When I some times feel that I have been in the way for somebody else it troubles me greatly, often for days – and even for years. I once accidentally pushed a girl in elementary school so that she fell into some thorny bushes, and even now, more than 30 years later I some times think about this and feel bad for having done so.
When I took my youngest son to the hospital to get his injured leg treated I felt that I was a parasite, using a system intended for Frenchmen, and that I was wrong to do so, but of course my wife and I pay our taxes and my son is a Frenchman, so I realised that I was being silly. Whilst I was having such qualms, though, I saw hordes of Africans (in particular) and Asians (too) go in and out of the hospital. They were shamelessly using the system for their own benefit (demanding help, complaining for all kinds of things, showing no gratitude for the help they received et cetera), and some of them (I am not kidding!) actually attacked and tried to kick the pidgeons outside the hospital when they left, laughing as they did – trying to impress their company by doing so, or something (I have no idea what goes on inside such a mind). These were the same pidgeons my other son and my youngest daughter shared our lunch with, whilst we ate outside the hospital. (My two kids just stopped playing and looked at their behaviour with shock.)
We – Europeans – are good and honest human beings because we are Europeans – and only Europeans have these qualities. So Europe matters, because we are a part of Europe and because Europe is a part of us, and Europe – as a biological term – is what ensures the immortality of all honourable men and also a hope for a better future for us all. Perhaps, if Europe prevails, we might even find more and deeper meaning than we already have, on all levels.
As for the rest of mankind, of course not all of them are like the pidgeon-kicking nut-cases described above, but they are at best not like us and we have to always remember that. They are not like us! Most of them are plain sadistic, parasitical and destructive, and we must know and never forget that. Europe must be kept free from such creatures – by all means! They are like poison in our wells! HailaR WôðanaR!
